One Slow Breath

One slow breath Might be all I have left One slow breath Might be all I have left Ugly face like a little dog with a bowl approaches from out of the darkest corner from 1984, the longest year of them all Have things changed there? Are we still a bunch of slaves? Cradle to the grave we are, free souls trapped inside a cage Programmed for the system to die inside a prison But until there is no air to breathe And we cannot dare to dream Our lost nightmare of lonely screams The Spirit of the Abyss Or if you don't swim Or if you don't swim What becomes of it? The Spirit of the Abyss, what becomes of it? What becomes of it? Escape the sinking ship Institutions that we know and trust All turn doubt in the [amber of?] And society's corrupt Have you finally had enough? In silent road the whirlwind out The souls are trapped inside our flesh Freedom, is death One slow breath One slow breath One slow breath One slow breath Freedom, is death One slow breath One slow breath One slow breath One slow breath One slow breath One slow breath One slow breath One slow breath One slow breath One slow breath One slow breath One slow breath